Sky above, Earth below, Fire within
That Remi remembered her friend was beyond comforting. While certainly there were others who had known Amun and mourned his absence, sometimes she felt as though she was clinging to the memory of a ghost. Had he ever been real? Was it ever more than a figmentof her imagination?
But no. Remi remembered too, and she nodded eagerly to assure that he was thinking of the right person.
"You would do that? That would be wonderful. I – " She broke off, turning her gaze to the distant horizon when emotion threatened to overwhelm her. Did she really want to know? Could she take the truth, no matter what it was? If he was dead. If he was out there, somewhere, lost and alone - and nothing she did could help him?
It had to be better than not knowing. Surely.
As for her asking Ludo herself - that she wasn't so sure about. Glancing sideways at the Lullaby, Maea chewed on her lower lip. "You really think so? Even after all I've done - all I've become?" It seemed incredible, that she could screw up so completely and still be welcome back. Hope was a painful thing; she didn't want it, yet couldn't entirely banish it either.
With her emotions in a turmoil, the bitterness in Remi's laughter resonated perhaps more than it otherwise might have. Never one to shy away from the darkness in others, Maea grimaced in sympathy of his complicated situation.
"On one hand, I guess I can understand the desire to keep a loved one to yourself," she mused. "I'm not one for sharing partners either. But one would think that a goddess would be above such things. The more I hear about Safrin, the more I wonder what the difference really is between them and us, aside from sheer power."
Twisting a piece of frayed hem between her fingers, she wrinkled her nose. "Do you think this invader person is more like the gods or more like us? Or something else entirely?"
But no. Remi remembered too, and she nodded eagerly to assure that he was thinking of the right person.
"You would do that? That would be wonderful. I – " She broke off, turning her gaze to the distant horizon when emotion threatened to overwhelm her. Did she really want to know? Could she take the truth, no matter what it was? If he was dead. If he was out there, somewhere, lost and alone - and nothing she did could help him?
It had to be better than not knowing. Surely.
As for her asking Ludo herself - that she wasn't so sure about. Glancing sideways at the Lullaby, Maea chewed on her lower lip. "You really think so? Even after all I've done - all I've become?" It seemed incredible, that she could screw up so completely and still be welcome back. Hope was a painful thing; she didn't want it, yet couldn't entirely banish it either.
With her emotions in a turmoil, the bitterness in Remi's laughter resonated perhaps more than it otherwise might have. Never one to shy away from the darkness in others, Maea grimaced in sympathy of his complicated situation.
"On one hand, I guess I can understand the desire to keep a loved one to yourself," she mused. "I'm not one for sharing partners either. But one would think that a goddess would be above such things. The more I hear about Safrin, the more I wonder what the difference really is between them and us, aside from sheer power."
Twisting a piece of frayed hem between her fingers, she wrinkled her nose. "Do you think this invader person is more like the gods or more like us? Or something else entirely?"
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